Sep 2017
Every time I feel this love,
I feel afraid.
I shiver, as if the dead of winter
Had crept in overnight.
But what is love,
And why does it make us cold---
Or is it the absence of love that chills us?
(c) 2017 Indigo Kenna
I feel afraid.
I shiver, as if the dead of winter
Had crept in overnight.
But what is love,
And why does it make us cold---
Or is it the absence of love that chills us?
(c) 2017 Indigo Kenna
